When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 223 Children Are Fond Of Kind People

Elena presented each of the valuable toys she had brought before Jonathan, hoping to lift his spirits.

Little did anyone know, Jonathan had no interest in those toys at all. “Thank you, Grandma. Elena, but my mommy told me not to accept things from strangers,” he said.

Cecilia had to restrain herself from rushing over.

She was still uncertain whether Elena had recognized Jonathan or not, so she couldn’t let her emotions get the best of her.

Elena crouched in front of Jonathan. Upon hearing him say that she was still a stranger to him, a wave of discomfort washed over her from the depths of her heart.

“Jon, how could I possibly be a stranger to you? We’ve known each other for at least a few months now, haven’t we? I truly adore you.”

Thinking that he was referring to Vivian when he mentioned his mommy, Elena asked, “Is your mommy worried about me? I will invite her over for a chat after Thanksgiving tomorrow. That way, we won’t be strangers anymore, right?”

Jonathan hadn’t expected that Elena, who bullied his mother, would persistently pursue her. Over the past month, for twenty days, she had been using the excuse of picking up Felix to seek him out every day.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It was always either giving him gifts or offering him food.

He rejected everything she offered, yet she never gave up.

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Jonathan thought back to what he had found out about how Elena had treated Cecilia in the and his expression turned gloomy. “Grandma Elena, even though I’m just a child, I understand that if someone doesn’t like you, no amount of attempts to please them will make a difference.”

Those words left Elena completely stunned.

It wasn’t just because he had broken her heart, but also because his behavior was strikingly reminiscent of Nathaniel’s during his childhood.

Nathaniel had been the same when he was younger and had spoken similar words.

“Do you not like me?” Elena didn’t know what was wrong with herself and felt particularly upset.

Jonathan flashed her a gentlemanly smile. “I’m sorry, Grandma Elena, but I have my own grandma.”

Only Cecilia understood, this could potentially be the influence of lineage.

Only Elena’s own grandson could have the power to hurt her heart.

She had offered him no less than a hundred gifts, all of which were rejected.

Standing to the side, Felix, whose hand was held by the secretary, was filled with jealousy. “Why is Grandma Elena so fond of Jonathan? He isn’t even her real grandson!” he questioned.

The secretary was also in the dark, but one thing was certain. Ever since Elena laid eyes on this child, she had taken him to her heart as if he were her own grandson.

All the while, Cecilia had been observing from a distance. Despite paying attention for so long, she still couldn’t figure out why Elena was meeting Jonathan, let alone why she was giving him. gifts.

What she didn’t realize was that a mother’s intuition was powerful, and Jonathan had already noticed her.

He knew Cecilia didn’t want to be recognized by him, so he pretended not to see her.

The chauffeur from the Kennedy family came to pick him up. As he was leaving, he told Elena, “Children are fond of kind–hearted people.”

Elena never expected that the child she adored would think she wasn’t kind enough.

I am indeed no saint, but how could a child…

When they got back in the car, Elena reverted to her usual aloofness. She turned to Cecilia and asked, “Did you see? Doesn’t that child look a lot like Nathaniel?”

The tension that had been gripping Cecilia’s mind finally eased.

“Yeah, there’s a bit of a resemblance.”

Elena gave a bitter smile. “It wasn’t just a bit. When I first met him, I thought he was my grandson. If he were my grandson, I would give him the best things the world has to offer.”

Upon hearing her words, Cecilia was suddenly at a loss for what to say.

Perhaps she wasn’t the best mother–in–law, but she was definitely a grandmother who deeply loved her grandson.

It was unfortunate that the Rainsworth family wouldn’t allow her to bring up her own child. If they had, she wouldn’t have chosen deception.